Original subtitles

"Ten will be united under our name."

Only one will remain, who knows how.

Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery,

"you will discover the treasure and solve the mystery."

I need them tomorrow, stat!

Good thing you stopped by today. It's finally ready.

I'm sure it will be a success.

I've been the only reader so far, of course.

But now we must make it known.

- Gold bookcloth. Beautiful, huh? - Yes.

Will you be able to sell it?

Well... I haven't the faintest. What is it about?

An old manuscript. We have a treasure in our hands, trust me.

We'll make loads if you manage to sell it.

"Mysteries, legends and murders of the Emilia region castles."

"Prophecies, divinations and oddities."

"Mysteries, murders and prophecies of the ancient noble families of Emilia Romagna."

Al right.

Any potential buyers?

Take this. It's a list of all the families mentioned in the book.

If you can't even sell it to them, well, feel free to shoot yourself.

Come here, I'll show you.

How many copies you need to get started?

- I'll take the whole lot. - All of them?

- Yes. - Good! Where's the money?

- What do I need money for? - What for!?

You think I was gonna give you a stack of books just like that?

Payment upfront, unless you've changed your mind.

- You got any money? - Yes, yes.

Here you go.

That's all? For this amount I can only give you two copies.

Okay for two.

- Satisfied? - I'll say!

Get on with work, then. And may god be with ya.

Okay!

ALL DECEASED... EXCEPT THE DEAD

Anybody home?

Marquise? Anyone?

Hello?

The marquis is kicking the bucket.

Better him than us. Catch!

Thanks. The priest is on his way, poor Marquis!

He became all sweaty, and began to bleed all over again.

- He bled all over, poor man. - Yeah, I know..

- But do we care about it? - Oh yes, we do.

I'm sure they'll have a party tonight anyway, you'll see.

We'll have some fun ourselves!

Come on, have a bite!

It's tasty.

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

"TEN WILL BE UNITED UNDER OUR NAME. ONLY ONE WILL REMAIN..."

Take this.

- Pardon? What have you done? - Stabbed you for good, as you will notice.

Oh, at last.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Marquise Zanotti?

I wish, I'm only a servant with a half-time contract.

- A dwarf with a half-time contract? - Oh, you're funny!

- Come in, please. - Thank you.

You're here because of the tragedy, I suppose?

What tragedy?

Marquis Ignazio, the master of this house, died this morning.

- Poor man! - A death in the family?

Then I'd better return another day. My condolences.

You're finally here, welcome.

What took you so long?

I'll be down right away.

Just a moment, dear, and we'll be together.

- Who is she? - Young Marquise llaria, of course.

Thank you for coming, my dear and esteemed friend.

Thank you. I'm really moved.

You're the only one who remembered.

Do you want to see his picture?

- Who's that guy? - Come with me.

Come with me, please.

Dad is watching us from above.

How happy he'd be knowing you came to visit. Come, follow me.

All the others are here.

Come in.

Ottavio, I'll wear the veil tomorrow. I want them to seethe in anger!

It's going to be an amusing funeral.

Donald will join us as well, if you can believe it.

Hah, it's going to be definitely amusing! I guess llaria's behind that, as usual.

Look who's here. A pleasant surprise, isn't it?

- Who's that man? - I have no idea.

Come.

Good evening, young man.

Why, thank you. This looks like such a nice present.

You will undoubtedly remember my wife, Letizia.

Good evening.

- No, but... - You don't? Well, then...

Here's my nephew, llaria's brother.

- My name is Ariano. - He's a real example of racial purity!

Stop acting like a fool, you think you're in charge here?

You monarchists lost a lot of smugness after the referendum!

Look at all the good it did kissing that dwarf of a king's ass!

The guy was this tall.

Why don't you sit next to me?

Okay, Miss!

- Sit down. - Yes.

Ilaria, you've chosen the right moment to bring home one of your lovers.

Well, I actually...

Have you had dinner yet?

Sorry?

I asked you if you have already eaten.

- No. I'm rather hungry, to be honest. - Very good. We're having roast tonight.

- Idiot! - Enjoy.

Give him something to drink.

Our wine cellar is almost empty, I'm afraid.

The poor deceased drank most of it before us.

Long story short, our wealth has significantly decreased.

Uncle, please.

He was the greatest child prodigy of his time, and he's convinced he still is.

- He stayed the same. - His body, mainly.

Would you like to dance?

Certainly.

The poor orphan no longer seems so inconsolable.

Of course. These things happen.

Maybe he's a professional dancer.

Attention! Attention!

- Young Donald, the dimwit, has arrived. - Welcome! Welcome!

Donald!

Having that idiot come here from Switzerland...

- Is it snowing outside? - No, he's just arrived from Switzerland.

My dear Donald, you look great.

- So handsome! - Is he a friend?

No. He's my stepbrother, from my father's second marriage.

My father's mistake.

I can really tell you've recovered!

- Hello, Donald. - Hello.

Hello, llaria.

Hello, Uncle. Hello, Aunt. I find you very well.

- Is he a convict? - Not at all! It's just a sexual restraint.

It's a Swiss therapy against masturbation.

Using his hands so much was making him blind.

- Come on, I'll introduce you. - Better than nothing.

- This is my brother Donald. Also known as "The masturbator." - Indeed.

- Hello, dear. - Hello.

- How do you do? - I'm handcuffed, which means I'm cured!

I understand.

I see that your brother is quite a character.

- I'm healed. Almost healed. - Of course.

- Well done. - I think it'd be better for Donald to go to sleep.

He's tired and he would like to be in tip-top shape for tomorrow's funeral.

- Let's go. - Your room upstairs is ready, old boy.

- Good night. - Good night, you silly oaf!

Have a good rest.

May I ask the ladies to not wear skimpy clothes in front of Donald?

A relapse could be fatal.

- No way I'll stop wearing my dress. - Well said!

- I agree! - Let's go.

- I'd better leave now. - No!

Where are you going this late?

It's been a pleasure. See you soon. Not.

Are you sure you want to leave?

- Hey, where's the steering wheel? - Come back to me, please!

You have to forgive me but I...

Well, I can't remember where we met.

I've never seen you before, that's why.

Your sudden apparition into my life shook me to the core.

You understand what I mean, don't you?

I sure do.

I spend my days all alone in this mansion.

Did I tell you that I sleep naked?

Now listen, I came here to sell a book, and not to find, well

- Love? - Love, exactly.

And you couldn't find it now?

- I can't, I... - Oh, don't be silly.

- Please, I have to go now. - But why?

- I have to go. - Leave, then!

Don't take it personally, Miss.

Should I really go away? Oh well, I guess I should.

Goodbye!

We've been so very lucky.

- Do you believe in fate? - I read the horoscope.

Don't worry, I'll find you a room you can use.

- Great. - My bedroom, perhaps.

Handsome fella. Was that your father?

Why is he wearing those clothes?

An ancient family tradition. A lot of hogwash.

He always dressed like that for the Vatican ceremonies he attended.

- You look like him. - Oh. Should I take that as a compliment?

Don't do that in front of your dad.

But I'm sure he'd be glad to see me with such a handsome man like you.

Hey! Hey! Stop doing that, please!

- But... - My heart is already taken.

- Really? - I'm engaged to a famous Alitalia stewardess named Janet.

She put me on a pedestal.

Thirty-two years we've been engaged and she's never laid a hand on me.

What a lady!

I see. Fair is fair. After all I'm nothing more than a stranger to you. Goodbye!

Hey, where am I supposed to sleep? This room?

Federica, wait! You're not leaving me with your father's body, right?

- My sweet, little fool... - Well...

That roaring sound... I hope it's not Janet!

Maybe she saw us!

I've put on the anti-masturbation device.

You happy I've taken off your handcuffs?

Why don't you remove your clothes?

- Time for Donald's nap-nap. - Nap-nap with Donald, please!

- Donald will be good tonight! - You better be.

- Tonight Donald won't touch himself. - Promises, promises.

- No electric shock, please. - Oh yes, otherwise you won't behave.

- No. Tonight Donald will be good. - I don't believe you.

Donald won't touch himself tonight. No electric shock, please.

- Good night. Sleep well. - Donald will behave tonight.

- Goodbye. - Donald won't touch himself tonight.

I can't wait to go home.

Let's leave tomorrow, right after your brother's funeral.

- Yeah, yeah. - Got it?

That idiot Ignazio didn't leave us a dime.

Not a single dime! To say he had all those delusions of grandeur!

Do you want to make love?

I'd rather die.

Well?

I'm tired! You always want me to read you the papers and write your postcards!

What will you do when I die? Will you at least know how to do your signature?

Shut up and write.

"The person sending you this message..."

"The person sending you this m-e-♪-♪-a-g-e..."

"Message"

"has already tried to keep you here"

"has a-I-r-e-a-d-y"

"in order to let you know about the horror that will soon befall us."

"In o-r-d-e-r..."

"No one will be able to stop death."

The person behind this is ready for anything.

Call the police, you'll need their help.

There's a curse upon this castle.

"And there's someone who's willing to carry it out."

Well? Why have you stopped writing?

I'm scared.

Resume writing, you slave!

"A long string of murders is about to happen.

Only you can stop them."

Signed by yours truly!

Do you want to sign an anonymous letter?

You're right.

Put it in an envelope and deliver it to you-know-who.

We can't do it. We can't betray him.

He promised that nothing will happen to us.

He's not going to hurt us, that's the reason why I'm tearing this letter to pieces!

Give it to me. I no longer trust you.

I'm afraid too!

You shouldn't have done that, Rosa!

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

Give it to me, I said!

Calm down, come on.

You're much prettier when you're calm, you know?

Wait here.

I stole this from our masters.

Time for a celebration.

Excellent!

Nope, this is yours.

- A toast to our secret! - No.

And now I'll take that letter, slave.

Come on, you coward, open that hand of yours!

I'll show you!

You thought you had the last word, huh?

Are you done in there?

I'm ready.

I'm ready for you to deflower me.

The last time was wonderful.

I want you to take me slowly.

The mere touch of our bodies will create a lustful sensation, and I'll be yours alone.

Come here.

- You don't think it's too bright in here? - No. I prefer it this way.

Come here, sit down.

Yeppers.

You know how to do it, right?

How to do what?

You know what.

- Someone's knocking. - Go open the door, then.

I'm definitely going to!

And presto!

Tell whoever it is to leave us alone.

- A letter for you. - Thanks.

Boy, a letter for me!

Amen.

We commit your benevolent soul to eternal peace, Marquis Zanotti.

I bless you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

May the divine mercy welcome the soul of our brother.

May the divine mercy forgive his sins.

"In your hands, Lord, I trust my soul."

Oh, Lord Jesus Christ, receive my spirit. Holy Mary, pray for me.

Protect me from the enemy. Embrace me in the hour of my death.

Saint Joseph, pray for me.

"St. Joseph, with your wife, the Virgin Mary, guide me to the divine mercy."

Your mother has arrived.

Hello, Mum.

- What are you doing, Miss? - Mom, I'm llaria.

- Ilaria who? - I'm your daughter!

Ah, I understand.

Mum.

Where's your sister? I don't see her.

Mum, I only have two brothers.

Mum...

As if I didn't know that...

Welcome, Marquise.

Mum, we buried Dad.

Why, this funeral never seems to end.

In Dallas, US, we burn our dead.

It only takes a minute, as a matter of fact.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Why does it always rain at funerals?

It's over, at last! I'm starving!

Mum, how come you're back alone? Did your new husband dump you already?

- Adriano, watch your tongue! - It's Ariano, Mum!

Very well, then! Buster, my new husband, is an extremely kind man.

- He's nothing like your father! - Why isn't he here with you, then?

He'll be, once he manages to get Lightning out of customs.

Lightning? Heh, the guy's got a horse held at customs...

Don't expect my apologies, it'd be a waste of breath.

Life dealt me a bad hand when your father hooked up with that harlot.

I travelled all around the world to forget Ignazio.

And forget him I did, at last, during one memorable night.

It was my birthday, and I ended up in Dallas.

There was a rodeo, and this man defended the colours of the city of Bari.

There he was, failing one time after another as he tried to ride Lightning.

But the emigrants were all cheering him! Poor Buster, his efforts touched me.

That same night we woke up a priest and got married in Reno, Nevada.

I'm sure you'll like Buster.

Oh, it finally stopped raining.

- How do you feel? - Ottavio, I just want to leave.

You always feel like doing something.

- First you wanted to make love, now you want to leave. - You and your jokes...

Dante!

Where are you going?

I have a train to catch. My duty here is done.

You didn't call the police, did you?

No, Miss. I called a private detective agency, like you told me.

Thank you. That chopped hand could have caused a scandal.

You don't say!

Lightning!

Buster's arrived!

Buster, my love! Where are you?

Hi!

You know what? Your husband doesn't look half as ugly as you said!

When are you going to bury him?

What is he talking about?

Holy cow, it's heavy!

There's definitely someone inside!

No doubts about it!

Unscrew this bloody coffin, Renato!

Get a move on, will ya.

A rusty screw, that's a bad omen.

My god...

Who could be inside it?

Oh god, it's Giulio.

Look what they did to him!

Buster...

What are you doing, my love?

One thing is clear.

This ain't no Apache arrow.

- Who could have killed him? - Easy to find out.

- Howdy! - The private detective is here.

- He looks smart. - Let's hope so.

You're the detective, right?

My name is Martini.

You lot will stay here until the case is solved.

And I'll solve it before the police shows up, is that clear?

Boy, the tombstone picture looks fuck all like the guy!

Just look at it!

Awfully rude...

Hello.

Excuse me.

- Prick up your ears, brainy. - Yes!

- I need the details of all the people here. - Yes!

- First and last names. Date of birth. - Yes!

- Paternity. Address. Phone. Relatives. - Yes! Yes!

- Criminal background and... - Yes!

- Hey, is this guy dumbstruck? - Yes!

- Never mind, forget it. - Yes! Yes!

- In any case, the severed hand belongs to this dead fella here. - Yes!

What severed hand?

Can't you see that he has both hands?

- Stop being so sassy, lady! - Yes!

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

- Someone called me about a severed hand. - Yes.

- Who was it? - Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Take a step back, you.

- Yes! - Yes.

- Yes, yes. - Yes.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

- This guy was stabbed to death. - No. - Yes.

- No. No. - Yes.

- Sheriff... - Yes.

- This is the murder weapon. - Yes.

The murder weapon? Wanna see what I make of your deduction?

Look! Here's what I'm doing with your so-called murder weapon!

- Where is he going? - Stop!

Dummy. Big dummy.

Sheriff, I like your style.

- You have a cunning mind. - You think?

Stop touching it.

- Stop it! I can handle it myself! - I don't even know what you're doing.

Just wait and see.

I need to keep this body here for my investigation.

- No one'll leave this house. - Mind the hand.

- Especially the deceased. - Done.

This butler was a real piece of work, huh?

You think you're that likeable with that stupid moustache of yours?

Yes.

Stand up.

Stand up, I said!

Are we sure those are really your hands?

Absolutely.

Right, right.

I mean, of course they're my own hands.

Let me check.

That's absurd!

This fellow is insane!

Bravo, well done! They're yours! Yours! Yours!

- By jove! Are you mad or what? - Quiet!

- We are in good hands, I'd say. - This hand is undoubtedly yours.

- Show me the other one. - The fuck I will!

- Sit down! - Stop it! Are you crazy?!

Unbelievable, I cannot believe this!

This imbecile has almost broken my hand!

Well played.

We're gonna have a little chat, Miss.

- As long as you don't mind. - Go on.

Care to show me your delicate hands?

Go on, tell him!

Excuse me, I have something to tell you.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What is it?

I wanted to mention that our maid Rosa has disappeared.

- Might that be a lead? - Of course. Not!

That will show you!

Well done.

He fought back! He did!

Oh, please, stop doing that

I'm the one who called you. Can I finally leave now?

- Yeah, yeah, get outta here. - Yeppers.

- Hold it! - What?

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Are you quoting West Side Story?

I thought I had made myself clear!

No one is leaving this place, is that clear?

And I mean no one, until I say otherwise.

Come here, please.

Come here!

Move it.

Who knows what he's going to do next

I have a plan.

This thing here will lead us to the culprit.

Follow me.

Make way.

These pups are my assistants.

Smell it.

Take a good sniff, come on.

Follow the scent!

- They're eating it. - Outrageous.

- So gross! - They're as dumb as he is!

Not hard to believe...

Sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to keep you here a little longer.

I'm sure we can still have a nice time, though.

Board games galore, people!

I always carry a deck of cards around, see?

What an idiot

I shuffle like a pro, so you better play your cards right!

- We noticed. - A tablecloth will be spot-on.

- Got any tablecloths? - Yes.

Bring it here, then. I'm gonna show you some card magic.

- A little help here? - It looks much better now.

Shall we have a nice Mercante in fiera game?

There, the Japanese lady card on the table.

Two cards for you, Miss, and two for you, Isabella.

See? What did I tell you?

We're trapped. Can you believe this nincompoop has locked all the doors?

To think that I had a date with my fiancée tomorrow.

Just me and her, alone together in Linate.

Stop telling me about that woman and carry on playing, will you?

- Yeppers. - How much for the Japanese girl card?

My gift to you.

If Martini keeps investigating like this, we'll be stuck here for months.

I'm afraid you're right.

Why don't we go have a drink in my bedroom?

Sure, you got a chinotto cola?

- I want the Spanish card! - I don't like you. - No.

You speak like an Apache.

I just want the Spanish lady card!

- I'm going to bed. - Excellent idea!

- See you later, darling. - Later, my dear.

- I'll wait for you upstairs. - Yes.

The horse card!

I think it's silly we have to stay here because of a little issue with the staff.

I just don't understand why that dimwit of a detective won't let us leave.

It's a very straightforward investigation after all, right?

In my opinion, it's imperative he finds Rosa.

If there's a murderer around it's definitely her.

Hey, you reckon I should wear my mourning dress tonight?

Are you going to answer me or not?

Shall I keep wearing my mourning dress?

I believe you should.

- What happened?! - Let's go see!

- It came from upstairs! - I hope Buster's fine!

- Donald, you stay here. - Keep playing.

- My poor darling... - Look!

What a hole, indeed.

Where were you when it happened?

I was on the bed, getting dressed!

- And where was he? - Here, taking a shower!

Cut it out, out, out!

- Two murder victims in a matter of hours. - Uncanny.

Who's the victim? Do we know him?

Mum, that's your brother in law Ottavio!

Ottavio? My brother in law? Look at him, poor man!

It's blood.

Let me take a look.

- Where is he going? - Quiet!

Let's wait and see.

Stop interfering, is that clear? Don't mess with me!

I'm reenacting the murder, so shut your traps, if you please!

Scalding hot!

Scorching hot!

What did your husband do next?

He dried himself!

Well well, he doesn't look half bad...

Truly an imposing physique.

And what did he do after drying himself?

He just acted normally! He picked up the hairdryer!

Good idea, Ma'am.

The hairdryer... This hairdryer.

It's just like mine.

Don't shoot!

Huh? What?

Calm down, everyone!

In any case, only one thing is certain.

This hairdryer doesn't work.

What are you doing now?

Are you still thinking about that slutty stewardess of yours?

Listen carefully, doll.

Despite the sexual enjoyment I gave you the other night,

I'm still longing to see my girlfriend. Is that clear?

Preposterous!

Besides, I'm already sick of you and your crazy family.

I'll tell you what your problem is.

You're leaving because of your cowardice!

And yet I must confess something to you.

Despite everything, I fell in love with you from the moment you came into my life!

Goodbye.

I dream of you every night, from the first day you came into my life!

- You're so virile! - That I know.

It doesn't matter, though.

You're making too fast a move, not even considering that you're a bit of a slut.

"Ten will be united under our name."

Only one will remain, who knows how.

Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery,

you will discover the treasure and solve the mystery.

All will happen during a cursed night,

"when the ancient oak will be struck down by lightning."

I gotta get out of here.

Yes, yes.

I'm leaving.

Maybe this way...

Nope, I guess that other way's better.

Well, goodbye to you!

That idiot locked this door too!

Where's the dwarf lady?

Mr. Martini, open up! Something dreadful happened!

Mr. Martini! Open up!

I got something to tell you about the maid!

I saw her down there!

Every time you need this guy he's nowhere to be found.

Time for your nap, Donald, let me help you put on your anti-masturbation thingy.

AROUSAL METER

Not tonight, please, I don't want to get zapped.

- Come on. - I'd rather have a kiss.

Is that so? A little kiss I can do.

- Here comes. - No, not you! I want it from him!

A kiss from that oaf is the only thing that'll put me to sleep!

- Go on, Martini. - Come on.

- What? - Do me this favour.

It's no big deal, really.

A little kiss!

- Just one kiss. - I don't understand why I should.

Because it's the only way he'll leave us alone.

Good night, Donald.

He used his tongue!

Be a good boy now, Donald, and get some sleep.

Come here, Marlowe.

What a tedious day

I get what you mean.

All the women who've been with me have said the same thing.

To think I feel the exact opposite when I'm with a girl!

I mean it!

Listen, I... Can I take a peek down there?

Did I ever tell you that I'm a cuckold?

What are you doing now?

Me and women always had a personality clash.

They always end up betraying me, I wonder why.

What are you doing?

I'm taking off my clothes, obviously!

- Yes, but I don't understand why. - Pretty simple to explain!

I'm skipping foreplay!

You know what the last woman I was with did?

She cheated on me during it.

- During the act!? - Yes!

She started making love with me, and then ended up with another guy.

With another man? Are you serious?

- Please, stop doing that. Hands off. - Don't worry and leave it to me.

I know you'll eventually betray me, you sweet round gal!

Oh, darling...

Darling... Darling...

Darling... Darling...

Darling... Darling!

Darling! Darling!

Dar! Ling!

Dar! Dar!

Dar! Ling!

Dar! Ling!

Darling!

Dar...

Dar...

Donald!

Burning love.

- What happened? - A noise coming from Donald's room.

- I'm so scared! - It was a loud noise...

- Martini! - I'm sorry.

- They killed him right before my eyes. - We heard a terrible noise.

I don't get how they did it, he was there and then his world went burnt and black.

Buster, my love, I'm so scared...

There's a hyena among us with a lust for murder.

Look what they've done to him...

Poor Donald.

The fourth victim in twenty-four hours. Not a bad average.

Any leads on the killer's motive, at least?

There must be a motive behind all this!

- What's the point of having you here? - I'd like to know that, too!

Let's give him time, I'm sure he's got a plan.

- The killer plugged the cable to the high voltage socket. - Well, Sheriff?

Show me your hands.

Who, me?

It's all rather obvious.

In order to connect the plug into the right socket,

the killer must have burned his own hands.

And our friend here has a burnt hand.

I knew you'd have killed again.

But this time it was the end for you.

- I burned my hand with a candle. - Yeah, yeah.

No, wait! Listen to me, you're making a mistake!

- He's not the killer! - Oh, jeez.

Hold your horses, fellas.

- Sheriff? - Yes?

Check this out.

Well?

Looks like the killer had to get on a table in order to plug the anti-masturbator in.

Well, ask the interested party right next to you!

No. You better ask him.

Me!? I don't have anything to do with this.

- Ariano! - My son is a murderer!

- Him!? Yes, I knew it! - I haven't done anything!

- He's the murderer! - If's not true!

- And he also killed my husband! - Is that true?

- No! It's not true! - Yes!

- No! I'm innocent! - Murderer!

Watch out, he's getting away!

Open the door! Open it!

Open up, or I swear I'll chase you to hell and back!

Care to explain to me why he made a run for it?

Didn't you get he's the killer?

Who?

The fella who just escaped.

- Ta. - You're welcome.

There's Lightning.

Let's see if I can ride him out of here.

Easy, boy.

Now be a good horse and let me climb on you.

Wait, be still. Dammit.

Go to hell, you nag.

We'll never break this door down.

Hey! We've got Lightning on our side!

Lightning!

- Lightning! - Er... Lightning?

Oh, he means the horse!

Lightning, get ready!

Lightning!

What's he trying to do?

- Wait! You can't do this! - Here I come!

Go away, Lightning! You don't want to add another victim to the pile!

Shoo, Lightning! Shoo!

That's gotta hurt!

- He made it, huh? - Jolly good show!

- He's two miles from here! - Are you sure?

Get the hanging tree ready! I'll bring him back by nightfall!

- Blasted scoundrel! - Okay, see you later!

Up and at him, Lightning!

- A display of bravery. - Indeed.

- Well, it's a relief. - What?

- We know who the killer is, so I can leave as soon as he's caught. - Almost done!

What were you doing here in your underpants?

What was I doing in my underpants in the room of a girl like that? A guy like me?

I was questioning her, of course.

- I did it! I managed to unlock the door! - Well done!

Let's go.

You know something, Martini?

I'm starting to like you.

- I thought you were just a dumb oaf. - Thank you.

Tell you what, Martini, I've got an idea.

Would you like a, let's say...

Well, would you like to eat a nice plate of spaghetti?

No way!

I'd rather amuse myself with a cute, intimate orgy.

You take care of the menu, and I'll bring the ladies.

I'll bring the ladies, yessir.

Good idea!

- Don't forget your tuxedo! - I won't!

A tuxedo, sure. Hey, why's that guy walking all funny?

Where are you?

You cursed former child prodigy! Show yourself!

Wait till I get my hands on you, I'll kill you!

Show yourself if you have guts! Face me like a man!

You little scoundrel!

Giddy up, Lightning!

You? It can't be!

It can't be you!

- Hey! - Yeah?

How long before the food's ready?

- Almost done. - Bring it on! I like you!

I wonder why my brother did it.

He was a real angel when he was little.

Rosa was probably waiting for him somewhere, if you ask me.

I'm convinced those two are lovers.

- Yes. Er... Who? - Rosa, the maid!

- Ariano? With the dwarf? - How long have you been working as a detective?

Since my childhood, I worked with my mother.

- Have you got an actual grasp on the case? - Of course.

And I want to solve it without anyone's help.

Did I tell you that I'm a cuckold?

- Nope. - Believe me, Miss.

Being betrayed and abandoned by every woman who entered my life was a constant.

I'm sorry. Stop doing that, though.

- I won't be long, you know? - No way.

- Nope. - I need a hand here.

- Come on, help me out. - Nope, stop it.

- Just come a little closer, it won't take but a moment. - No, cut it out.

I swear, you won't even notice it, and it'll be over in a jiffy.

Come on, don't get distracted by that guy, he's busy cooking our meal.

Come on.

Come closer.

Hey, what's wrong with Dante?

Don't get your panties in a bunch, I haven't even touched her.

- He was telling me about his love life. - Telling her about my awful love life!

- Stop being so upset! - Calm down!

We even agreed to start an orgy, didn't we? Let's stick to our agreement!

You having a little jog or what?

What's got into him? He looks like he snapped.

- Mad or what? - It's real!

I can't understand what's wrong with him.

Stop being so upset and explain yourself, come on!

Playing the jealousy card won't score you any points.

- Feelin' sick? - Nope.

What's wrong?

- Oh god! - Is he jealous?

- Dante! What's wrong with him? - He's fainted.

- Is he okay? - Well...

Get us some ice from the refrigerator, please.

Hurry up!

There. Done.

Come on, we gotta lift the body.

Four and a half victims already.

To think I was convinced I had found the culprit...

If you don't mind me asking,

don't you feel a bit uneasy surrounded by all these dead bodies?

Absolutely! I feel like a fish out of water in this story.

There's definitely a reason for your presence here.

- Yeah, to sell a book, and look how that turned out. - What book?

Well, I can show it to you.

Maybe you'll find it interesting, even.

We are losing valuable time to humour that idiot.

You're in love with him, huh?

To think that I almost had you, if it wasn't for that refrigerator...

Hurry up in there!

Here, look. This book mentions every noble family in the area.

I can't believe you didn't want to see it.

Why would they want to see it?

Because it also mentions the Zanotti family.

Does it really mention my family? Let me have a look.

They're in alphabetical order. It should be here.

- Where? - Here!

- Where is it? - Exactly.

I just can't find it.

Someone has ripped out the chapter about your family.

It's not a printing mistake.

- I'd like to personally investigate this mattress... - You what?

Er, I'd to like to personally investigate this matter.

- Oh well. Anyway, who could have ripped those pages out? - I don't know.

- Was this your only copy? - No, I had another.

But I lost it after my notorious car accident.

- Remember it? - How couldn't I?

- Hey, who turned out the light? - Always pay your bills, people!

I'd better not use this.

My lipstick...

My name?

What's this?

"Ten will be united under our name."

Only one will remain, who knows how.

"Through those nine dead..."

- Ilaria! Llaria! - What is it?

Ilarial - What is it?

Open up, please! It's important!

I can't, Letizia. Let me sleep.

I found some pages ripped from a book!

I think I've figured out the motive behind all those deaths!

There's a treasure!

It looks like the old family legend is real!

Ilaria! I'm scared!

I'm scared! I fear the murderer will kill me next!

Take this.

Looks like another murder.

She had discovered something after reading the book.

My book, you mean?

Exactly. This whole mess started after you brought that stupid book here.

All right, I've had enough of you two. I've taken a decision.

- I'll call the cops. Happy? - Are you going to call them?

You should have done it a while ago, Martini!

- Go on, call them. - What's the number?

- 90824. - Come again?

9-0-8-2-4.

They won't be able to identify me anyway.

- Hello? - Hello.

- Listen, I... - This is the answering machine of the local police station.

We're unavailable right now, you have 45 seconds to report homicides,

thefts, robberies and frauds. Thank you for calling, leave a message after the tone.

Hello?!

Hello? Listen, we're in deep trouble down here.

We already had some murder victims, and possibly a few more to come.

You'd better intervene.

- You can reach us at the number... - 90812.

- Slower, please. - 9-0-8-1-2.

At the number 9-0-8-1-2.

- Zanotti mansion? - Yes.

We have a package to deliver.

- Where should we leave it? - Upstairs.

- Well? Isn't Buster back yet? - No.

- I'm out of here as soon as he gets back. - I'm leaving immediately.

Nothing and no one can keep me here.

Feel free to stay here and get killed, whatever floats your boat.

Mum, you can't leave now.

At this point any of us could be the killer.

And since the cops are on their way, Ma'am, I'm the only one who can leave.

A shame. The three of us were close to solving the damn thing.

- We'll leave, then. - Yes.

Oh, right.

Darling, could you please...?

- Of course, I'll see you out. - I meant the tip.

I lost everything when we played Mercante in fiera.

Desolated.

If not money, at least take this.

- Thanks, just what I needed. - Can I borrow it from time to time?

Well, I'll get out of your hair. It's your business anyway.

Good luck!

Calm down!

Calm down, associates! What's gotten into you?

- Stop! - What are they doing?

Calm down! You're embarassing me!

Stop acting crazy! Shoo!

- Gee, I wonder what's inside the box. - Let's open it, shall we?

What's going on?

But... I thought you were going to leave?

Why those long faces?

What's wrong?

The horror!

- The child prodigy. - That's Ariano? Oh, my poor son!

He looks so different all boxed up!

Oh, Ariano

I knew he would commit suicide.

Murderers almost always do. Along with coming back to the scene of their crime.

Don't cry, you must be strong.

In any case, we've got the culprit.

Yeah, right!

I guess he killed himself first before getting into that box.

And before wrapping it up, write the address, going to the post office

paid the postage fees and finally send himself.

Has anyone ever told you that you're a real chump?

I like you.

You're gutsy.

He's breathing!

He's still breathing!

Mum's right!

Yes, she's right.

Maybe we can still save him.

- How? - You'll see.

He really is breathing... I guess.

What he needs is artificial respiration.

Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

No way! You're not going to kiss anyone!

Let him do the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

Go on! You have plenty of breath to spare!

You're not going to kiss anyone!

And I mean no one, you hear?

Cowards! You're a bunch of cowards!

- I'll kiss him! He's my son, after all! - Well, I guess she's right.

Hurry up and revive him, Ma'am, so I can finally put him in his place.

Don't stop, Mum.

It might be harmful, right?

Ma'am? It might really be harmful, you know.

Ma'am? Did you fall asleep?

- Martini? - Oh, right. I'll take care of it.

Get up, Ma'am, stop fooling around.

- She's dead! - Let me check her eye.

- Still in its place! - She's dead?

Mum is dead!

What's that tube for?

Well?

Cyanide!

- Poor lady. - I told you he was the killer.

I wasn't able to find that son of a bitch of a child prodigy!

Oh, he's here. Good.

What's my wife doing under that table?

This ain't time for your funny business, honey.

Poor Mum...

- Her death's on your conscience, Sheriff. - Mine?

He was the one who didn't want to give him mouth-to-mouth!

I would have done it, he was the one who didn't want to do it!

I would have done it, but it was him! Don't deny it!

- There you have it. A coward. - Nice display of bravery.

- There he is! Got a good look? - A good one, indeed.

Time to show that bravery you're talking about.

His turn.

Jeez, what a brute!

Misfire?

Your turn.

Ready.

Still ready!

It's a tie.

Your turn now.

How will you be able to beat such a genius display?

You're both pretty tough, huh?

- Well, let's not get carried away. - Your turn.

Ready.

How did you do it? How!?

- I told you there's nothing to see up there. - There is!

- Nothing, I tell you. How drunk are you? - There's something up there!

Yup, you're already drunk, you big fool.

It's my turn to shoot.

- I got a tummyache... - Nothing!

- You and your dumb challenges... - It's your turn. Shoot.

Come on, take the gun and shoot again! Shoot!

Shoot, you cheating wretch!

Yeppers.

Imma show you now.

Let's see if you got what it takes.

Just one chance.

One empty chamber.

One...

Two...

Three now...

Four...

Five.

- Shall we? - I can't see why not.

A brute! A real champ!

Amazing! I've never seen anything like this!

- Encore? - Go for it, you big fool!

I told you he'd win!

I told you a hundred times, the winner is the one who doesn't die!

Oh, no! Poor Buster!

Hey, be careful!

- I'll hold him. - Okay.

I'll hold him, you bugger! Shoo!

Come on.

Boy, he was tough to the very end!

I've lost count of the deaths.

Why do you even care?

One more doesn't make any difference, we're all going to die here.

- I think there are seven bodies. - Seven!

There were six yesterday! Seven

- I think it's seven bodies. - I can count as well, you know?

- Body one, two, three, four, five, six... - You already counted that one.

- Huh? - You already counted that one.

Shut up, you're going to drive me crazy! Shut up already!

Body one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine!

Nine bodies, happy now? Stop getting on my nerves!

- Nine, huh? - Yes!

I think you counted me by mistake.

No, he's right, there are nine bodies.

Even the book says so.

Where did you find it?

It was in the car, down the slope.

I don't think it's the right time to start reading books, Miss.

Listen to what it says here.

"Ten will be united under our name."

Only one will remain, who knows how.

"Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery..."

See? I told you there's nine bodies!

- Nine... - Go on, resume reading!

Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery,

you will discover the treasure and solve the mystery.

All will happen during a cursed night,

"when the ancient oak will be struck down by lightning."

- Hello? - You the ones who called our police station?

You called back, at last!

You better come quick, I can't make heads or tails of this mess.

How? You're isolated, the river has overflowed.

What? We're isolated and the river has overflowed?

We'll try to reach you as soon as possible.

Better sooner than later, I've lost count of the dead here!

- Have faith in us. - Yes, I'll be waiting for you.

- Who was it? - The police.

They said they can't reach us because the river has overflowed.

We are isolated.

Holy crap... Outta my sight, you two.

What now?

"Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery,

you will discover the treasure and solve the mystery."

- What treasure? - I haven't the faintest.

Apart from the castle, we only have debts. My father mortgaged everything.

- Hey, wait a minute... - Go on.

There's an old family legend, a story I heard when I was little.

- But I've never heard it again. - What if there really is a treasure?

Maybe that's the reason behind all the murders.

But why spare us?

Because the prophecy in the story has already been fulfilled.

Listen.

"Ten will be united under our name.

Only one will remain".

- One”? - "Who knows how."

Do you understand now?

It's her. She's the only one left.

The only one related to the others.

And who killed them, you ask?

Her.

"Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery..."

- What does it mean by gathered? - Buried, of course.

"You will discover the treasure and solve the mystery."

- Who could have made that noise? - There's no one upstairs.

Except the dead.

Hey, it stopped raining! Goodbye, folks!

Someone should go up there to investigate.

- You go first. - Why me and not you?

Well, you're the detective, right?

- You aren't afraid of ghosts, are you? - Yes, why?

- I'll go upstairs if you follow me, Martini. - Then we're both not going.

Let's all go together, come on.

Did you hear me when I said it stopped raining?

We should make a run for it while we still can!

When was this candlestick lit?

I think the noise came from there.

The lights has gone out. I told you to always pay your bills.

- Thank god, it's back! - I guess they paid the bill. - Phew!

Where did the noise come from?

- Upstairs, without a doubt. The living room is right below us. - You're right.

- Come on, let's split up. - I'll join you, Miss.

- No, go the other way. - With the other girl, then.

I'm going to look in Ariano's room.

- Hurry up, Martini, come on! - Yeah. - Yeppers.

I'm going with her.

What about me?

- Martini! What are you doing here? - You almost caused me a heart attack!

Did you find anything?

Find what? I'm scared out of my wits!

- Where's Dante? - Who cares about him!

- And Hilde? - I have no idea where she is!

- Come on, let's go. - Hey, wait for me!

Where are you going? Wait for me, Miss!

Martini!

Stop scaring me or I'll knock you out, dammit!

- Let's go, use that door. - What? There's a door?

- Where is it? - Over here.

Where are we going?

- Dante! - Careful, it's slippery!

Hilde!

Hilde!

- It's useless looking for them. They've disappeared. - Look!

Nine crosses.

I'll have a heart attack if I keep running like this.

Someone has preceded us.

What do you mean?

The crosses. Don't you get it?

Yes, the crosses...

They've put up the crosses, but the dead are still inside the house.

Someone is following the prophecy word by word.

Listen: "Through those nine dead gathered in a cemetery..."

- You get it now? - Don't get your hopes up.

- Wait a minute. - I've had enough, I'm leaving.

O

I

G

L

I

B

R

D

A

A

D

R

D...

- Move that cross. - Yes.

Hurry up!

- This one? - Yes, the first one. Just remove it!

- And how? I won't be able to move it! - Remove the cross, come on!

- They're barely standing! But why? - See? I told you!

Put it over there! Swap it with the last one!

- Boy, it's so heavy! - You can do it!

- Where? - Over there.

- Here? - Now take the "A" one and put it there.

- This one? - Yes, get a move on!

See? I knew you could do it!

Yes, of course I can, but I'd just like to know what you're making me do.

There, swap it with the "B" one.

- Yes. - In the middle?

Yeah, over there.

- Where is it? - In front of you, right there.

- This one? - Yes.

- Shall I remove it? - Yes.

And put the "B" there, where the "O" was.

No more, please!

There it is, good.

Come here!

- Come on! - Come here, go there, remove this and that, I've had enough!

Look!

- Look! - Look what?

Now everything makes sense.

The key to the enigma. The word "biliardo", which can mean billiards or billions!

Don't you get it?

The initials of the names of the dead form the word "biliardo."

- That's where we'll find the treasure! - No!

There really is a treasure! The legend was true!

Biliardo. Do you understand now?

There's an old billiard table in the attic! Quick, let's go find it!

Martini?

Ilaria?

Hilde?

Er... Don't put those black gloves on. I don't mind.

Well, I...

Something's wrong?

Oh god, I... I won't tell anyone, I swear.

W-What are you doing?

Er... Hello?

Where are we going now?

Hey, some jewels!

Hey, Miss!

Oh, my god...

- Someone has beaten us to it. - But who?

There's nothing left...

- Nothing of what? - Nothing of the treasure!

Hey, what are you doing?

- But... - Do you have a bullet?

- Oh, it's you. - Yes.

Where have you been?

- With the killer. - What?!

Yes, and one of the dead, well... At some point the body did...

Well, one's alive.

- What are you talking about? - Well, I... - What?

I've seen the murderer. Recognised him, too.

And then I... I...

He got away from me.

Martini...

Freeze, pops!

Dad!

Stop or I'll unleash the dogs!

Time's up! You asked for it!

- No! - Attack!

Yeah, attack!

- Attack! - What are you doing!? It's me you obey!

Follow me, sir.

Here is your compartment, Marquis.

Good, good. Well done. I hope this'll be an enjoyable trip.

- Let me help you. - No, no. It's a family keepsake. I'll carry it myself.

As you wish. I'll wake you up at the border.

- Have a good trip! - Thank you.

Good, good, good...

Good...

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

Beautiful.

See? We did it.

I told you I had a good plan. The prophecy has been fulfilled.

There really was a treasure.

We even managed to change the prophecy.

How come?

It mentioned nine dead, and yet...

There were only eight.

No. There are nine.

Why?

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi